Could there ever be the perfect day? At the moment we are as close as we can get!
Bright sunshine, a view of a bright yellow sea of daffodils dancing happily in the gentle breeze, a whiff of the strong scent of flowers and you get overwhelmed with a feeling of happiness, the kind of happiness with no specific reason.
Of course, there is no perfect day without delighting the palate too, but with days like these spending too long in the kitchen is a no no. The need to feel the sun on your skin after months of darkness and rain is overwhelming. You see, sometimes my stomach does not always come first after all.
Yesterday, it took a while before I approached any pots and pans. After a lazy morning and a late breakfast, an energizing walk in the green English countryside which ended with a refreshing aperitif and a handful of chubby green olives, I thought maybe it was time to put some food on the table. With little hungry mouths to feed.
For some odd reason I feel that when the weather improves I can get away with something quick like bread with mozzarella and tomatoes or even just bread and olives. They would do for me, only for me though. To compromise an easy pasta al pomodoro + green salad had to do for lunch.
And as the UK is shining again today and children are in school then I have that feeling I could live on sun and fresh air alone. But it won’t last!